. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. seeing thou straitly chargest us tell thee true, neither hathshe gone out to any of thy sisters or thy brothers fair-robedwives, neither to Athenes temple, where all the fair-tressedTrojan women are propitiating the awful goddess ; but shewent to the great tower of Ilios, because she heard the Tro-jans were hard pressed, and great victory was for the hath she come in haste to the wall, like unto one frenzied;and the nurse with her beareth the child. So spake the housedame, and
. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. seeing thou straitly chargest us tell thee true, neither hathshe gone out to any of thy sisters or thy brothers fair-robedwives, neither to Athenes temple, where all the fair-tressedTrojan women are propitiating the awful goddess ; but shewent to the great tower of Ilios, because she heard the Tro-jans were hard pressed, and great victory was for the hath she come in haste to the wall, like unto one frenzied;and the nurse with her beareth the child. So spake the housedame, and Hector hastened from his houseback by the same way clown the well-builded streets. When hehad passed through the great city and was come to the Skaiangates, whereby he was minded to issue upon the plain, thencame his dear-won wife, running to meet him, even Andromachedaughter of great-hearted Eetion. So she met him now, andwith her went the handmaid bearing in her bosom the tenderboy, the little child, Hectors loved son, like unto a beautifulstar. Him Hector called Skamandrios, but all the folk Asty-. BOOK VI 77 anax; for only Hector guarded So now he smiled andgazed at his boy silently, and Andromache stood by his sideweeping, and clasped her hand in his, and spake and called uponhis name. Dear my lord, this thy hardihood will undo thee,neither hast thou any pity for thine infant boy, nor for me for-lorn that soon shall be thy widow ; for soon will the Achaiansall set upon thee and slay thee. But it were better for me togo down to the grave if I lose thee; for never more will anycomfort be mine, when once thou, even thou, hast met thy fate,but only sorrow. Nay, Hector, thou art to me father and ladymother, yea and brother, even as thou art my goodly now, have pity and abide here upon the tower, lest thoumake thy child an orphan and thy wife a widow. Then great Hector of the glancing helm answered her :Surely I take thought for all these*things, my wife; bu
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